Cat Haus - The Complete Story (13 page)

"I wanna feel it. Blowjobs with a condom kinda suck. No offense." Tim's complaint made it through the pre-orgasm haze of pleasure.

I pulled off him. "I know. Sorry."

Brad pulled his cock out of me. "I'm ready to switch. Hang on and let me get inside her ass, then you can slide into her pussy.
 
And I gotta tell you, it's real nice."

I didn't respond to Brad's compliment or his plan because as he spoke, he was twisting the plug in my ass. He rotated the glass and I felt it spin inside me. He moved on to wiggling it back and forth. Eyes closed, I drew in a breath as the motion stretched me, making me wider so I could accommodate his cock.

Tim pulled me up onto the bed. I kneeled over him again, straddling him, his cock pointing up between us. Once I was in position over Tim, Brad pulled the plug out of me. I knew what would be next. I held still and after a few seconds of what sounded like Brad lubing himself, I felt the broad head of his cock press against me. He held on to my hips and pushed slowly inside.
 

As Brad drove deeper, I squeezed my eyes closed and waited for my body to get used to him in me. When I opened my eyes again it was to find Tim watching us. He was so affected by his friend taking my ass his eyes were mere slits.

Brad held firmly inside me as Tim guided me over his cock. His hands around my waist, Tim lowered me over him. He hissed in a breath as my body engulfed his. He let it out with a shudder. His attention moving to where he impaled me, he stared and said, "Beautiful."

He was a man of few words, but the ones he picked were pretty damn nice.

Feeling them both in me was good, but I knew I could make it better for all of us. "There's an egg-shaped vibrator in that box. Can you reach it?" I asked Brad.

"Yeah," he answered.

I heard him rifling through the contents of the box, then he handed the egg to me. I twisted it on and a low buzz sounded. As I held it to my clit, I hoped they were ready for the ride of a lifetime.

As I knew it would, the orgasm hit me hard and fast. Almost violently, but then it always did. Double penetration combined with clitoral stimulation—the recipe for never ending pleasure.

My spine bowed. Below me, Tim gasped. Behind me, Brad starting to pound into my ass while letting out a string of obscenities so creative I would have really been impressed if I hadn't been coming so hard I could barely think. Unable to remain upright while the orgasm gripped me, I rested my forehead on Tim's chest, but managed to hold the vibe against my clit.

Tim held deep inside me but didn't move except for the rapid increase in his breathing.

I somehow managed to say, "Tim, you can move if you want."

"Don't need to."

I suppose he didn't. I came enough I had some pretty strong muscles and right now I was squeezing the hell out of both men. And with Brad frantically fucking my ass, I knew Tim would feel both me squeezing and his friend's strokes—one reason some men refused to even consider this position. A little too close for comfort I guess, though Tim and Brad didn't seem to mind.

Brad's thrusting became more vocal. He was the first to go, gripping my hips so tightly when he came I'd probably have handprints on me later.

Panting out another
fuck
, Brad was done. He pulled out of me and moved back from the bed. That's when Tim went to town. He rolled us both over so he was above me. In this new position, I gave up on the vibe. My muscles needed a rest from coming for so long anyway. I lay back and prepared to enjoy being able to relax as he did all the work.

But Tim had another idea that didn't involve my pussy. I should have known he'd want equal ass time and I didn’t blame him one bit. Anal sex felt very different from sex the regular way, and to be fair, Tim deserved the same ride his friend had gotten. I was already lubed and stretched anyway, so it didn't make a whole lot of difference to me.

Bending my knees, he pushed them back, exposing my ass to him. He pressed steadily in, watching his cock as it disappeared into me. His mouth opened on a breath as he drove deeper. A frown creased his brow and finally his gaze came up to meet mine. "Fucking. Amazing."

I smiled. Like I said, he didn't say much, but what he did say was pretty damn good. "Thank you."

His first thrust in and out was slow, but that didn't last. He set a fast pace and that did it. Tim was done. It seemed as if every muscle in his body tensed. He clenched his teeth, held deep and came with a loud groan.

Once the throbbing of his cock slowed to a stop, Tim rolled off and collapsed on my right. Still breathing heavy but now without the used condom, Brad crawled onto the mattress and sprawled face down on my left.

"We're totally going to have to hold another fundraiser and come back here," Brad declared.

Tim let out a breath. "Fuck yeah."

"A fundraiser?" I asked from my spot between them.

"Yup." Brad nodded. "We made the pledge class wash cars every weekend last month to raise enough money for the upperclassmen to come here."

A carwash to pay for a visit to a cathouse. The idea was so ridiculous and brilliant at the same time, it made me laugh. Not just a little laugh, either, but a full out belly chuckle that stretched on. I hadn't laughed like that in a long time, and it felt good. Really good.

Finally, after a month of dark days and angry nights, I felt like me again. Normal. Even happy. All it took was two rounds with John and all the emotions that entailed, followed by one simple and mindless, but wild ride with these two guys.

Yeah, I was exhausted from the physical exertion—I'd sleep good and hard tonight—but deep inside was a balance that hadn't been there in a long while and it felt good.

CHAPTER 10

The next afternoon I sat in the parlor, happy it was slow since my muscles and my ass were sore from my encounter with the frat boys. That didn't mean I wouldn't work today. Just that I was glad I wouldn't have to work too hard. It also didn't mean I could hide in my room. We were supposed to spend as much time in the parlor as we could when there were customers on the premises, and there were.

One guy sat at the bar having a drink now that his time with Sasha was over. There were two more guys in bedrooms with two of the other girls. That left Tiffany, Trina, Sahara and me hanging out, and a handful of other girls still in bed, sleeping off a long shift that had stretched into this morning.

Times like these were boring since we weren't allowed to bring our laptops out to the parlor. We basically just sat around. I leaned my head against the sofa back and considered if it would look bad if I closed my eyes, just for a little bit. What the hell. Why not? Gus was gone. Henry wasn't in the parlor, and I wasn't sure he'd yell at me anyway.

"Holy fucking hell, is he hot.

I had let my lids drift closed and was happily resting when Tiffany's outburst roused me. I opened my eyes and there he was—and there went my pulse, racing as if I'd run a marathon. I'd always considered myself unflappable. No matter what came through that door, I'd roll with it. But that had been before John.
 

"I'm calling it," Tiffany continued. "I get him. You bitches stay away. I saw him first."

She sure as hell hadn't seen him first. I had, in all his glory, two months ago when Gus had sent me to his hotel room to pay off a gambling debt.

"You can't claim him, you biatch. It's his choice who he goes with." Sasha had walked over from the bar in time to hear and put Tiffany in her place, which was good because what could I have said?
You can't have him. He's mine?
I knew that wasn't even close to the truth.

Trina snorted, obviously crazy enough to get involved in this battle between Sasha and Tiffany. "That's never stopped you from dirty hustling my customers, Sasha."

"Fuck you, Trina. I've never stolen one of your customers and you know it."

Sahara rolled her eyes at the three girls bickering. "Chill, all of you. He's not a customer. He's the new owner."

The youngest one here, but sometimes it seemed as if Sahara was the only adult among us. At least her revelation had put a stop to the impending catfight between the girls.

I supposed with the arrival of the busload of frat boys yesterday, John's very brief appearance in the hallway had been missed by everyone except for Sahara and me. They didn't miss noticing him today, though. Just as I didn't miss how fucking hot he looked as he stood talking to Henry. I'd seem John in a suit, and I'd seen him naked. What I'd never seen was the casual version of John that was here today. He wore khaki pants with a white, short-sleeved golf shirt, but still with the ever-present cowboy boots. This pair brown instead of the black ones I'd seem him wear with his suit.

"That's the new owner?" Tiffany asked. "Hell of a step up from Gus."

"A step up?" Sasha laughed. "This guy and Gus aren't even part of the same species. Jesus. Look at him. I'd take him on a free ride any day of the week."

I was sure she would. Any one of them would. Judging by their expressions, they were all about one step away from drooling over him.

John glanced over Henry's shoulder and caught all of us in the parlor staring at him. But it was my gaze he met. He raised one hand and motioned that I should come to him.

"Cate, is he waving to you?" Sasha asked, sounding shocked.

"Yeah. He's been talking to me, you know, about the business and Gus and stuff like that." I stood and when I looked at the other girls still seated on the sofa, I saw every one of them was focused on me and most didn't look happy. "What?" I asked the group in general.

"Just wondering how you got so lucky." One of Tiffany's brows hitched higher. "I can talk about the business too,
if
that's what you're really doing with him. In fact, I think I'll tell him that right now."

"Do whatever the hell you want, Tiffany." I shot her a glare before I turned to make my way to the front.

There was no way I could let her, or any of the girls know that the thought of John treating them to the same alone time he and I shared made me a little sick to my stomach.

I walked fast and reached John first, though Tiffany was right on my tail. I could hear her heels clicking on the floor behind me once we'd left the carpeted parlor and reached the hard floor of the entryway.

"I need to get back to the office," Henry told John as I got within earshot.

"Of course. I'll catch up with you later." When Henry left him, John nodded a hello to me before his gaze moved to Tiffany.

"Hi, there." She practically cooed at him, and I was inspired to plant my spike heel into the top of her foot.

"Hello." John nodded.

"I'm Tiffany. Pleasure to meet you." She extended her hand to him.

He shook it, and then released his hold. When she didn't leave, John asked, "Was there something I can do for you?"

"I'm thinking there's something
I
can do for
you
."

Tiffany's offer had the bile rising into my throat. I realized I'd crossed my arms and was glaring. What can I say? I never did hide my feelings very well.

"You've already helped me tremendously through your continued work during this transition in ownership. I appreciate it." John turned to me, and put one hand on my shoulder, effectively shutting Tiffany out of our conversation. "Cate, may I speak with you for a moment?"

"Sure." I did get a brief look at the scowl on Tiffany's face as John ushered me down the hallway toward Henry's private residence. I wasn't all that broken up about Tiffany or her feelings. I was on my way to be alone with John and I couldn't think much past the tingle of anticipation inside me.

He closed the door once we were inside the sitting room, but I—being extra observant and horny—noticed he didn't lock it.

"A visit from the boss two days in a row. Wow." I made light of his presence, even though I didn’t feel at all casual about it.

John's mouth tipped up in a half smile. "I deserve that. I have been too absent, which is why I'm here. Henry and I are looking at the available space. I'm putting an owner's apartment on site."

Since John was the owner, that was very good news.

"You'd live here?"

"No, not full time. I still have my work in California I need to attend to. It's more so I can be here when I'm in town. It seems foolish to stay in a hotel when this property is here. And I would like to be more hands-on with the business."

Hands-on was exactly what I'd like John to be with me, and if he stayed here whenever he was in this state, however often that was, things were looking up for some
hands-on
time.

I realized his being on site was a double-edged sword, because that would put him within grabbing distance of all the other girls. But he hadn't responded at all favorably to Tiffany's advances. That gave me hope.

"You're very quiet, Cate. Do you not think it's a good idea that I'd be here?"

I was quiet because I was envisioning waking up in John's bed, indulging in some pre-breakfast morning sex, and then rolling into the parlor, sated, so I could go to work for the day. Sounded pretty damn nice to me. A habit I could get into.

"I think it's a wonderful idea. Are you adding on to the building or repurposing existing space?" Time to talk logistics before I started undressing him, which I'd already done in my mind.